Skeletal History

Ohhh, an artery is not a vein No history can tell My skeleton won't tell Why some like moths draw To a surgeon's drill And bloodshot hits to marrow

The snake's eaten through her clothes and Her charms that won me over DeGama breached this lofty reach Balboa left his bones upon the beach Left there to bleach

A rose breaks in my fingers Pullin' nickels through the stem too much has took its toll Smoke crawls low along the ceilings And all is quiet But I keep listening They come to kill me

Oh, she just left, you missed her Go on home, the sex theater is closed Cracked mouth, too dry to drink At least the sand is cold You wish the sea would drown the freeway

Instead, girls stare in dead-eyed wonder They can't walk for fallen soldiers Used by cops and fucked inside abandoned boarding houses Go on fast before the beast catches the bastard Draggin' the chain down, down, down

Who'll say it Tell me No one else is here, come on Nothin' to believe is to be blessed, come on Who's layin' low, you said Weather veins no bones to be Good or bad, the death of me Just make it quietly

Oh, who knows my sister Can't anyone admit the fact that they infected her She said the sun was gonna burn and blister My blood Godspeed God Love her Farewell, honey Yeah

No mourning son'll move her No hellbent amen or hallelujah Prayers are for the dead left over The breached never to reach that sandy beach Poor baby girl's gone under To each their own grave buried in Underneath abandoned boarding houses Sidewalks and streets Sidewalks and streets

Though my skeleton won't tell Some could see Why moths draw to surgeons' drills And blood shots Hit the marrow